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A glimpse into a genius production
Pretty much all I’m good for these days.
October 8th, 2016
I can’t believe we’re actually doing it. We’re totally still growing old together. And it doesn’t even suck at all.
A solid 80% of the time.
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Can't hang.
Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.
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"Because of a great love, one is courageous."
-Lao Tzu
"In that moment, for some time, I had died with her."
In 2007 I fell in love for the first time. Well, it was the second time I thought I was in love, but I don't think I really even knew what being in love meant in the sixth grade. After all my mother still packed my lunch. But the second time, I knew.
I was half way through medic school, and I was taking a tour of an ambulance company for an opportunity to work with them as training. I remember running into Chris as I was wondering around the rigs. Next thing I knew, the captain spoke out from behind me saying, "This is Christopher, he's one of our members". I remember like it was yesterday, the intense sensation of butterflies in my stomach that came over me as I shook his hand. The ice was immediately broken, however, when the first three words that came out of his mouth were, "Wanna do it?"
I was shocked! What did he just say? All I could do was laugh. Never in my life would I have typically thought that was in the least bit entertaining, but the only thing I could do was laugh. It wasn't too long after that, that we were inseparable.
In fact looking back on it now, it feels like I'm watching a movie of my life. Things were great. I finished school and continued my employment with the ambulance co. He still volunteered there, but had his own full time job. We eventually got a house together and became engaged. Life certainly had it's ups and downs, but it seemed to be turning out just fine.
Then over half way through 2008, We brought our daughter into this world. We had been talking about having a baby soon after we got married. In fact we had planned on getting married at the court house and then waiting to save up to have a celebration/ceremony. We were young, it seemed like a decent idea at the time. But after we applied for the license, we mutually decided we should just wait...do things the right way. The right way was not exactly how things played out. Because now we had a baby. And saving for a wedding just wasn't a priority any more. We loved each other, so it could wait.
The first three months with our daughter were great. The passion between us was intense. We had our random spats, but even they seemed to be passionate rage. He was so helpful with the baby, too. Always offered to get up at night if she was fussy, and worked twice as hard to make sure we had everything we needed. His parents offered to baby sit about once a week so we could get out and have adult time, which I'm sure was a gigantic help in keeping things fresh in our relationship. We used to have the most fun together. We did so many things as a family. I was back in school, so I stayed home with Madyson, but Chris always made sure there was plenty of time for all of us to do things together. I thought my life was made...That was, until those three short months came to an abrupt halt.
On November 28, 2008, Chris and I went to bed in a quiet house with no worry in the world. Our only priority was to lie together and fall asleep. Time began to move fast, ultimately spiraling out of control. At 3 a.m. we were awoken to the faint cry of our precious baby girl. Chris, immediately offered to get up with her, knowing he had the day off. So I laid my head back down and comfortably began to drift back off to sleep.
What seemed like seconds later, I was re-awoken to Chris yelling my name as he came barreling into our room. I jumped from the bed in fear....but nothing prepared me for what was happening. Chris quickly placed her limp body in my arms and ran to the phone to dial 911. I froze for a split second. I felt like a million thoughts and emotions flew threw my mind all at one time. I don't know if it was from being woken up in such a manner, or if I didn't believe it was all real. Or both. No more than a moment went by before I was brought back to reality by my name being screamed again. "Do something!" Chris exclaimed.
I started CPR. And I continued it while carrying her to our living room after being told an ambulance was on its way. I remember feeling like I had just ran 10 miles. Like, my emotions were over compensating for adrenaline. I was far from reality. I slipped into a mode, created to detach myself from any day to day patient. I became her medical responder, not her mother. All hope was lost about an hour into the valiant attempt to save her life in Trauma Room 2. And all I could do was stand there. I could see the entire room at one time. Each passing second was slamming into me with what felt like thousand pounds of pressure. I wanted to fall to my knees, but I felt like I was leaning up against four walls at once.
As I walked out of the room, silence fell through out the emergency department. Everyone stoping and staring, wondering if I was going to remain standing, or if I was going to break into pieces. The silence was impacting. Everyone knew what had happened. None of them witnessing the horrific loss, but all knowing better then myself, what had just taken place.
I must have been in shock, because all I could think about after exiting the room, was who should I call. My parents, his parents... a pastor? I made it through one phone call with my mother, before it all began to sink in. She's gone. For real, gone. This is real...this is happening. I never really got my chance to fall apart there, though. It didn't take long for the detectives to start requesting to hear the story of what happened. The lines of questions didn't seem to last long. There wasn't a single thing that gave any impression that anyone was at fault for what happened. It just happened.
We all eventually left the hospital. My mother, Chris's parents, Chris, and I. We all went back to Chris's parents house, where we all just sat together in the living room trying to fathom what had just taken place. No one knew what to say...what to think...how to be. After the continued silence became unbearable I simply stood up, nodded, and left the room. I needed to lie down. My head was spinning. And I lied there for hours. Never falling asleep, just lying there. Numb to any pain. Def to any sound. Blind to my surroundings. I had zero grip on any one thought or feeling. I didn't know what to do.
The next day, we began the funeral arrangements. The break down of costs, ordering a casket, choosing flower arrangements, and putting together an obituary. There was no time for weakness at this point. Important things needed to be done. I spent the rest of the week, creating a scrap book for the viewing with a special place for everyone to sign their names. I had the difficult task of choosing the outfit she was to be buried in. And we had the painful job of reaching out to inform everyone in our lives of the devastating news.
We were doing all the things two people do when they are planning a wedding. That was intended to be our next step, not this. This wasn't what flower arrangements were supposed to be for, or the ceremony. I was supposed to choosing a white dress for myself, not burial dress for my daughter. Our pastor should have been introducing, 'I do's' not bidding fair wells. Nothing was happening correctly. My life had fallen apart at the seems.
It wasn't until after the funeral service that I lost my composure. I sat very still during the sermon, with heavy, lifeless tears rolling down my cheeks. Taking in every word and every moment. It wasn't until after, when it was time to close the casket. I requested one last time to hold her in my arms. As I felt her lifeless body into my hands, I fell to the floor. Wrapping myself around her, crying out, "why?" I begged God to take it all back. And it didn't matter who could hear. I wouldn't let her go. Chris had to calm me as my mother took her from me to place her back. I just couldn't stop the pain. The sound of the wooden lid shutting, sent shivers down my back and felt like a blow to my chest. And the tears stopped. In that moment, for some time, I had died with her.
The months following brought nothing but sorrow. Chris and I began to drift apart. My emotional detachment, pushed him to anger. And we both had been plagued with guilt and self blame. We lost our ability to comfort one another and fell rapidly into separation. Every time I looked at him, it killed me. I lost myself every day I had to wake up surrounded by constant reminders of my nightmares. I stopped sleeping, I stopped eating, and I turned to alcohol. And ultimately was forced to flee.
Part of me gave up, and Part of me was running away. I had to run away from a life we had created because of a life we had lost. Eventually Chris and I fell apart all together. He became aggressive and paranoid, even violent at times. I suppose his fear of losing me to some tragedy, created nothing by caos in his mind as well. None-the-less, life as I knew it was a train wreck. Eventually, for my safety, I made a plan and I left. Christopher chased after me for about a year before finally giving up. Surprisingly, I don't blame him. We clearly both needed to cope with what had happened. A happening that would break nearly anyone. Far too much time had gone by with out us dealing with our pain. Our cat and mouse game was bound to expire.
To this very day I do not know if the events that played out were for the best. A part of me misses him , until I remember what truly was. Seeing how life has turned out since then, I can say at the least I gained an unthinkable amount of strength and wisdom. I tell myself that so it wasn’t all for nothing.
In the end I've learned that we all will be faced with great loss. Some more than others, and often times it will repeat itself in new ways. But we can survive it. No matter what the loss, how big or how small, life will continue to move forward, and we shouldn't ever waste time not moving along with it. That lesson has proven great truths to my continued venture into the world. That part of me has prevailed beyond the reminders of all that lies behind any feelings of loss.
I think it's time I do something productive today. I figured, come 4 o'clock, the house just wan't going to clean itself....
The 12 Steps I Use - To Preserve My Sanity
One thing that is almost as fruitful to my life as writing, is reading. I was introduced a book by the author, Lao-Tzu. This book is no simple read....it's not quite as hard as reading the old testament in the bible or anything, but it's still one of those, read a page...and take time to reflect.
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them – that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”-Lao-Tzu
We all find our selves attempting to create some sort of structure throughout our lives. Often times we struggle with this, because there are so many factors in life that are totally out of our control. It's a hard concept to accept, however if we don't accept it, this will be our biggest cause of stress, heartache and frustration.
Have you ever heard the phrase, 'live life on life's terms'? This phrase is vital to the point I am attempting to pass along. I know what structures I set up in my own life, so it's easiest to use myself as example.
I mentioned before in the 'Up Until Birth Mom' chapter of my story, that I was a creature of habit. I had the same day to day routine, allowing for only one possible day of any spontaneity. I had it in my head, that things were good, so long as they just remained the same. To me, that was moving forward.
So when things began to change...I began to panic. The more time I've spent reflecting on life, the more I've recognized, however, this didn't just apply to the big picture. It also very much applied to ins and outs of my day to day routine. I could list the examples of all the hic-ups that arose, but I'll just say, there were many unnecessary spats of frustration and stress. I struggled with the idea of 'going with the flow' or 'rolling with the punches'.
What did 'rolling with punches' mean to me? At the time, it meant, surviving my day, brushing it all off and after a good nights rest, starting over. But I've found that what I thought was a successful solution, was actually just feeding the fire of a downward spiral. The truth of the meaning was much more. It’s accepting change without getting angry or frustrated. It’s accepting what life gives you, rather than trying to mold your day, or even your life to be exactly as you want it to be.
“Flow with whatever is happening and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.” - Chuang Tzu
So how do I achieve this sense of peace? Is there really a step by step way to get to a place where I can learn to just go with the flow? Of course there is. I just needed to take the time to put it all together. This is what I found:
Step 1: Realize that you can’t control everything.
Okay, everyone knows this to some extent. Everyone knows they can't literally control everything. We can't control the weather, or what the neighbor lady down the street will make for dinner. And the deeper things like, not being able to control having been born, how our parents chose to raise us, or even when we're going to die. I knew I realized all of that, but what I didn't truly understand was all of the small things I had zero control over. I never truly recognized that in life, I only really had an influence, but never control. So my first step was realizing that things will happen. And often, not might happen, but will happen. There are things that I could not control that will affect every aspect of my life, and I must learn to accept that, or I will constantly be forever frustrated.
Step 2: Become aware:
Once I accepted the harsh facts of all the things I can't control, it was time to become aware. This was a tad bit harder to do. All the structure I had tried so hard to maintain, created bad habits. But I would never be able to change all the things in my head, if I wasn't able to be aware of them. This required taking constant personal inventory and being self observant. The easiest way to over come this step, was to keep a record, mental or written, of all the things and all the times I found myself getting upset throughout the day. Over time, it has become tremendously easier to be aware of my own emotions.
Step 3: Breathe.
Throughout this journey of, losing my job, getting pregnant, and choosing adoption, the best advice I can give anyone ever, is to just take a deep breath. This entire process is hard.
Step 4: Get perspective.
This was and is one of my favorite steps. Basically what this means, talk it out. While its not beneficial to just spew your deepest of grievances to any random person...it is incredibly beneficial to verbalize your thoughts and feelings with someone you trust or who has or is walking your similar path. This is what saved me. I know I have said it before, but having the supportive backbone from AFTH and my newest dear friend, also a fellow birth mother, have been the sturdy palms of my helping hands. If you don't have anyone on a personal level that you trust enough to be open with about adoption (or what ever you're over coming) then talk to your social worker...no matter the agency... there are plenty of places to turn for perspective. That was my only option, so I can promise this process works if you work it.
“Smile, breathe and go slowly.” - Thich Nhat Hanh
Step 5: Practice.
My latest favorite analogy is, 'becoming a birth mom is like learning to ride a bike. The more you practice, the better at it you'll become'. And its so true! Personally, my journey to becoming a 'birth mom' started long before I signed on the dotted line. I had several months to chose a bike and begin my lessons of keeping balance. No one achieves perfection on their first try...I had to remind my self of that daily. Sometimes multiple times a day even. The truth is, this road was and has been, in no way easy. However, practicing these steps have made this journey more than bearable.
Step 6: Baby steps.
To be completely honest, this is the step where I am at today. I am not perfect. I have made tremendous strides...but I still have my weakened moments. I still cry. I still ask myself if I made the right decision. But my answer is always, yes. There is no rushing the process of over coming choosing adoption. The more you try....the farther back you'll fall. Truth be told, taking baby steps will be a step you may not complete for quite a while. I have found, and have accepted, that there is no time limit on when I need to be 'over' it all. I know I never will. All I can do is take steps in the right direction, big or small.
Step 7: Laugh.
Laughing is natures way of healing. Spend time with those who influence positivity in your life. Find the strength to be around even just one friend or family member that you can share your laughter with. Sometimes laughing may seem like it requires a certain amount of detachment. I'll let you in on a secret.... it does. But thats, okay. Having moments of detachment doesn't mean you've become numb, or no longer care. It means your mind and emotions are being given a much deserved break from reality. Any one who has placed a child up for an adoption can tell you, things that have nothing to do with your adoption can, and often will, set you off into a sense of rage, sadness, or frustration. Learning to laugh it off, will be an awesome and helpful source of release.
Step 8: Write it all down.
Your media, your choice. Clearly for me, I chose to start a blog. Whether you chose to keep a personal journal or to post it for all to see, it helps. I won't argue with the old fashion ways of writing with pen and paper. Often times its easier for people to be honest if they feel secure that it will remain private. Writing down your feelings isn't an essay contest. It doesn't even have to make sense. I promise you, though....one day when you read it back...it will. And you'll be thankful you did.
Step 9: Meditate.
I have always been a fan of mediation. However, I realize that not everyone is. Mediation isn't always the act of sitting with your legs contorted into an awkwardly crossed position with your hands resting on your knees, as we see in the movies. Sometimes it could be your time while you write, or the pauses you take to reflect after you've read something meaningful. Some folks enjoy things like exercise or yoga. There are thousands of ways to meditate. I like to (weather permitting) take some time to myself outdoors. I will sit, normally, and just get lost in my thoughts. I have always enjoyed doing this, but since choosing adoption, I have found this to be one of my life lines. These are the times I can grieve with out it effecting my day to day routine. It helps me unwind and re center myself. It helps me influence when my mind can freely be venerable to any pain I am still feeling.
Step 10: You will never be able to control someone else.
This may seem like common knowledge, but it will be one of the hardest lesson a birth mother will ever learn. You can not, and will not, ever be able to change the course of someone else's thoughts, words, or actions. And trust me, if you haven't found out already....misguided judgments have the potential to be one of your biggest set backs. Becoming a birth parent is a unique and fragile path traveled. No one, shy of those who have experienced it, will ever truly understand how you feel, when you feel how you do. You will at some point or another be asked, 'how are you doing with all of it?'. And you will need to know in the back of your mind, that no matter the answer, you will most likely be speaking to some one who will never 'get it'. You will encounter all the phrases that fall on the top of the 'do not say to me' list. Such as, "was it hard?", "I don't know how you did it", "I could never do that" or my personal favorite and the latest I've heard "guess its time for birth control, girl....". These words will come flying out of an outsiders mouth faster then they can even think about your reaction. And I promise you, you will want to back hand them because of it. But you can't. Because then you'll just have a bruised hand to match your bruised heart. The fact is you can't control it. And getting angry, while it will be an immediate reaction at first, will solve nothing. Never sweat an outsiders ignorance. They just simply 'do not understand'. Over time this will get easier. If you're like me, it won't take too long. But even I have moments when I've punched someone in my head 3 times over. It's natural. Just never forget, you can not change it...so don't let it bring you down.
Step 11: Be patient with imperfection.
This may sound easy because after all...you did just become a birth mom. Nothing could be more imperfect than that. But unfortunately it can. The time following the separation of you and your baby will be hard to say the least. Every imperfection will get to you, I'm sure. It got to me. A good example of that was my inability to sleep for the first 5 days. I can barely even say I got 5 hours of sleep over that accumulated time. About 5 days into my insomnia, I finally crashed. I over slept when I was responsible for getting my sister to work. She was incredibly late and needed to call for a back up ride. Immediately, I was enraged. It was her own fault for only worrying about herself during my depressed time. Then it turned to sadness in guilt. I told her I'd take her, how could I get mad, this isn't her fault. And ultimately I turned into complete shambles. 'I can't do anything right anymore'. I admittedly cried for several hours over the ordeal. But when my sister got home from work, she sat down with me and told me not to be upset. And she was sorry for yelling at me that morning. I explained the effect it had on me, and in that moment, I realized how irrational I had been. I redefined turning an ant hill into a mountain. So patience with imperfection was a major lesson. While I was on an emotional journey, life did not stop, it did not even pause in the mean time. It kept moving on, just as I needed to. I needed to find peace and patience in any and all daily imperfections and the imperfections of those around me. This is a lesson, I am still practicing.
Step 12: Recognize the beauty in chaos.
There is no way that anyone in the world chooses or even considers adoption with out knowing some spectrum of chaos. Don't fool yourself. Chaos is probably how it all began. And if not how it began, chaos is at least what it became. For me...it was both. Looking back now, though, there was so much unrecognized beauty in all of it. Yes, I chose to not parent my daughter. But I didn't 'give her up'....I shared her with reinforcements. Sure, I've dealt with the ups and extreme downs of an emotional tug of war game. But in the end, I've gained a story of strength and my own spiritual family has grown. All of the reasons behind why I chose to become a birth mom have had some sense of chaos that swayed the decision making process. Today however, I see the beauty in what I did. The little person I created and the family I brought together. This will always be the most important thing to remember.
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them – that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” -Lao-Tzu
I can feel the beauty of a river, because the river helps me see the beauty in me.